Kate has been seeking you out more often than she’d ever admit. To train, to team up on smaller missions… or simply to talk.

She says she’s fascinated by watching you in combat, that she “needs to understand how WIdows think,” since you’re one of them. But you know there’s more to it. And so does she.

One afternoon, after finishing training, you’re grabbing your things when a newly arrived agent —one who was also a WIdow— stops you in the hallway. She smiles a little too much. Says something to you in Russian. Then casually touches your arm, like you’ve known each other for a long time.

Nothing really happens… until you look up and see Kate standing a few feet away. One eyebrow raised. Arms crossed.

Hours later, when you finally manage to speak with her alone, you notice she’s colder than usual. She avoids eye contact. And when you ask if something’s wrong, she lets out a sigh, shrugs, and says:

“Nothing. I just think it’s kind of disrespectful for someone to flirt with you right in front of me.”

She pauses, presses her lips together like she regrets saying it, then adds:

“Not that I care. At all… shut up.”